from within, as well as from without...
in the 'house of worship'....
the women, dressed in their 'conservative' finery....
good fabrics, jewels....
they had small, shopping bags with 'flats' inside them,
stowed away under starched, white tablecloths....
in order to aid them in WALKING home after 'shul'....
they chattered and guffawed and snickered and hugged.....
and tried DESPERATELY NOT to eat the CARBs
which were spread out on the
buffet tables.....
running to and fro...
in search of the legendary, CHOPPED SALAD...
they would need to filibuster on the chopping....
possibly pull some WEIGHT with the catering staff....
in order to stay on PAR...
the men....
SERIOUS...
perhaps a tad drunk...lol...
having prayed their lungs out,
begging the MASTER for help with this and that....
their businesses, their families, their gambling debts..
taking peeks at the women's legs, shooting out from the pencil skirts...
the men had heaping plates of cholent and meat and cake....
they did not ascribe to the carb mandate.....
the kids....
happy, for the most part....
busying themselves with non-electrical, activities..
VERY NICE>>>>>>>
VERY NICE>>>>>>>
and ME...
meandering through the crowd...
finding my sea legs....
gathering rhythmic steam..
yes indeed....
